I do things with words, mainly English and Arabic
The Francis Wheen article reproduced below is from 1999 – which seems like a terrifyingly long time ago – and was originally published in The Guardian. It’s a reminder, whilst the mainstream parties fawn over him in case they need to buddy up in Parliament or local councils, of exactly what we’re dealing with in Farage and his party. There is a rather more recent comment on the subject on the New Statesman website in the wake of the recent elections. And the Facebook images at the end of this strop from me the other day rather highlight the nature of some of UKIP’s supporters, once you get beyond the suit-wearing business types at the top.
Note, however, that the reference in Wheen’s piece to a ‘Jewish schoolteacher’ being ‘stabbed’ is incorrect; as the victim himself puts it: “NB. Any references to Lecomber “stabbing” a Jewish schoolteacher in 1991 you might see are false, and source back to a crap journalist –  – who underpaid his researchers… I was punched and kicked, rather than stabbed. The attack left me needing 5 stitches in my face”. He also notes that: “In the run-up to the court case – he got three years for assault – my family received several anti-semitic death threats from Combat 18, and I had a swastika carved into my front door. UKIP also backed a BNP/Jobbik/Front National bid for a 335,000 pounds grant earlier this year in the European Parliament”.
One of the nasty but (in a scab-like way) interesting developments in the British right over recent years has, of course, been the increasingly cosy relationship between fascists and Zionists, perhaps embodied most bizarrely by the BNP’s London mayoral candidate being given a blogging platform by the Jewish Chronicle. Are British Zionists so desperate for support that they are happy to enter coalitions with Holocaust-denying anti-Semites? Are British fascists so torn between their historical anti-Semitism and their new-found loathing for anything Arab/Islamic that they will jump into bed with the hasbarites? Apparently the answer to both questions is ‘yes’.
A slight smugness is detectable in British reactions to the electoral success of Jörg Haider’s Freedom party in Austria. What can you expect of a country that largely welcomed the Anschluss and chose Kurt Waldheim as its president only a few years ago? Couldn’t happen here, could it?
Probably not. But it would be dangerously complacent to ignore our home-grown fascists altogether. After years of hibernation, something is stirring in their malodorous lair.
Unnoticed by the national or local media, the veteran British National Party (BNP) leader, John Tyndall was ousted two weeks ago. His victorious challenger, who won 62% of votes in a postal ballot of BNP members, is a smoothiechops Cambridge graduate by the name of Nick Griffin. Whereas Tyndall was an old-fashioned rabble-rouser with a taste for Mosleyite uniforms and Hitlerian rhetoric, Griffin prefers Italian suits or smart-casual wear. He describes himself as a “moderniser” and “new nationalist”; he talks excitedly about the liberating power of the internet; he is as contemptuous of his party’s traditional supporters – the skinheads, the football hooligans – as Blairites are of old Labour. He even has his own version of the “third way”, having founded a group called the International Third Position. And, like Tony Blair, he believes he can tickle the erogenous zones of Middle England.
In spite of its suave appearance, I need hardly add, new nationalism is just as thuggish and poisonous as the old variety. Griffin’s campaign manager, Tony “the bomber” Lecomber, was jailed for three years in 1986 for possessing explosives, and earned another three-year sentence in 1991 for stabbing a Jewish schoolteacher. Seventeen months ago Griffin himself was convicted of incitement to racial hatred after police seized copies of his magazine, the Rune. His main defence witness at the trial was Robert Faurisson, the famous Holocaust revisionist. In a 1995 article from the Rune, Griffin argued that the BNP should be “a strong, disciplined organisation with the ability to back up its slogan ‘Defend Rights For Whites’ with well-directed boots and fists.”
All this has been airbrushed out of his CV lest it frighten Middle England. “It is at this point,” Griffin now argues, “when the British National Party suddenly becomes the focus of the hopes not just of the neglected and oppressed white working class, but also of the frustrated and disorientated traditional middle class that our future lies.” BNP members have already begun attending rallies of foxhunters and farmers to chat up rural malcontents. But the most promising source of recruits, Griffin believes, is the anti-European campaign.
Now you may think that William Hague has cornered that particular market. However, unless or until Hague actually advocates outright withdrawal from the EU, there will be a sizeable minority of voters who find even the Tories’ Europhobia too moderate for their taste. The UK Independence Party (UKIP), which probably has no more actual members than the BNP, won three seats in the European Parliament this year.
Since that triumph, however, UKIP has been falling to pieces with startling speed. The national executive recently passed a motion of no confidence in its leader, Michael Holmes. He then staged a counter-coup at the party’s annual conference in Solihull two weeks ago, which led to the sacking of the entire executive and the closure of the London HQ.
These shenanigans have been observed with great interest by Nick Griffin and the BNP. Until 1997, under the leadership of Dr Alan Sked, UKIP’s membership form included a clause stressing that racists were not allowed to join. Soon after Sked’s departure, however, the clause mysteriously disappeared. The new leaders, Michael Holmes and Nigel Farage – who are now both MEPs – also set out to “combine our protest” with other anti-Euro campaigners. In his UKIP election leaflet this year, Holmes paid tribute to “citizens’ patriotic protest groups” such as Save Our Sterling – presumably unaware that Save Our Sterling was run by the BNP.
Then came the most disturbing titbit of all: a blurred photo, taken in the summer of 1997, showing Nigel Farage of UKIP chatting to two men. One was Tony “the bomber” Lecomber, the other was Mark Deavin, head of research for the BNP, who had briefly infiltrated UKIP but was expelled in May 1997 after his true affiliations were discovered.
Deavin, who edited Mindbenders, an “expose” of Jews in the media, is also the author of The Grand Plan: The Origins of Non-White Immigration, in which he argues that “the mass immigration of non-Europeans into every White country on earth” had been engineered by “a homogeneous transatlantic political and financial elite to destroy the national identities and create a raceless new world order.” Homogeneous, eh? Allow Deavin to explain: “These concerns were Jewish in origin… the promotion of World Government can also be seen to be in line with traditional Jewish messianic thinking.”
When the photo was sent anonymously to the UKIP a few months ago, Farage expressed bafflement. While admitting that “I briefly met Mr Deavin at his request on June 17 1997, and had lunch with him in a restaurant,” he insisted that “I have no recollection of ever meeting or speaking to Mr Lecomber in my life… I can only surmise that Mr Lecomber was planted outside the restaurant or that the photograph has been doctored.”
Whatever the explanation, the fact that Farage met Deavin after the BNP man’s expulsion was enough to alarm some UKIP members – especially as Farage, who earns his living as a City commodity-broker, is a man who often used words such as “nigger” and “nig-nog” in the pub after committee meetings. A month after the lunch, by an odd coincidence, Deavin wrote an article in the far-right journal Spearhead which discussed the possibility of closer relations between the BNP and UKIP.
But here’s an even stranger coincidence. Shortly before the 1997 general election, Mark Deavin spoke freely of his plans to undercover researchers from Searchlight magazine and The Cook Report, who had posed as emissaries from Jean-Marie Le Pen’s Front National. One necessary step, he said, was to get rid of the BNP leader John Tyndall (“who is actually an obstacle”) and replace him with Deavin’s chum Nick Griffin. This would leave one other obstacle. “If Blair becomes prime minister,” Deavin predicted, “the BNP will be the official opposition in the inner cities, in working-class areas. The UKIP will be the opposition in the shires, the county areas, the middle-class opposition. That party is a serious opposition to us in middle England, but, if we had the resources, we could tear it to pieces.”
Two weeks ago, at the same time as UKIP was tearing itself apart in Solihull, Nick Griffin duly toppled John Tyndall and promised a “realignment” of the far-right. He may not yet have the popular appeal of Jörg Haider; but he certainly needs watching.
Here is an Open Letter to Nigel Farage, I’ve sent to his email-address. Sure, it’s sarcastic, but dead dear to me, as you might see. :-)
An Open and Unpassionate Letter to Nigel Farage
I’m an Argentinian born Jew, son of an Ashkenazi Israeli mother, born under British Palestinean Mandate, in Petach Tikvah, and thus, bearer of British papers. My father is a sephardic Italian Jew from Trieste, who can trace his origins from the Aljama El Yahoudiya, or Call, of Gerona, over centuries of exile in Jew-friendly Izmir and Istanbul, due to imperialistic Castillian antisemtism, to his actual Italian birthplace, Trieste.
It was not his family to suffer from post-colonial British allures in British Mandate Palestine, but it was my mother’s family who originated from mainland Poland and former Polish parts of Ucraine, namely Ruthenia and Galicia, from where there headed seeking to save their lives in Eretz Israel (then, British Mandate of Palestine), where they got impeded from landing and were sent back by the menace of British arms, all of them ended up killed in Nazi Extermination Camps.
You can easily imagine how Great Britain-friendly I am!!!
Furthermore, my brother Daniél, an active opponent of the Argentinian Military Junta, got drafted in order to serve, unvolunteerly, on the General Belgrano battleship. Fortunately, he managed to take the last ferryboat to Colonia/Uruguay in order to be with us, safely, in Tel-Aviv instead of being fired, as young cannon fodder, to the British naval artillery!
As I said before, you can easily imagine how I feel about post-colonial British allures!
Mr. Farage, to me, personally, you would do me an immense favour leading Great Britain out of the European Community right now!
Please, go ahead, and do as your supporters democratically claim, hence, personally, I am fed up with British post-colonialsm in Southern Europe!
There are too much British-EU-Citizens in Southern Europe, still trying to practize colonialism and ridiculously thinking they’re better than everyone else!
Get out of the EU and be, finally, the right victims of the Spanish real-estate desaster, which YOU BRITS had properly created and now can’t pay off!!! It’s time your hybris pays its tribute!
Get out of the EU and don’t anymore bother EU investors with your opportunistic extraterritorial Strand Region of London! Good luck for further speculations!
Get out of the EU, until you don’t teach your lower middle class expats not to behave as blattent, and, very often, ridiculous British colonialists whose comprehension of the local language doesn’t do further than the idiotically wrong pronounced local swear words!
Please, Mr. Farage, get Great Britain out of the EU, just in order to give genuine tourists and travellers a premium breakfast in decent Southern European Hotels! A breakfast without greasy and shabby bangers and other omnipresent expectorations of British “amuse-culs”! Please get lost and lead the life you desire without conditioning other people’s life with your typical food disorders that effect, until now, the breakfast of every non-Brit in a Southern European hotel where Brits are present! Take your hideously unhealthy food and go, without breaking furthermore the balls!
Swimmingpools without hideously overweight British youngsters and elders whose sight, indeed, does much spoil the sane appetite of whoever decides lunching or dining on poolside premises!!!
Please, Mr. Farage, get just out of the EU without taking the perverted advantage of being able to further decide on what or not should be European, hence you autoentitled yourself as anti-European.
Just get out of Europe and start to create yourself a secluded national identity without uttermostly bothering local European habits! Be congruent and make your nation leave the EU until you’re not voted off!
Please, do that favour to yourself, to Great Britain and, to EUROPE!!!
Ps.: It might be, though, interesting for you, to check your electoral “success” in Scotland and be honest enough to grant Scotland the sufficent indipendance to distance itself from you! ‘Same for Ulster, mate! :-)
N.B.: I’m far astray from being a racist, but finding predominantly British breakfast food, even in premium hotels in countries where the culinary standard is qualitatively in diametrical opposition to the famously “fantastic” British “Cuisine” that Brits try (?) to avoid, when going abroad, I would, really, but, really much desire Great Britain out of Europe, next are only France and Hungary! When Great Britain finally is out of the EU, there will be an official EU benefit organization parachuting care-packs of pantyhoses and FF-stockings all over Great Britain in order to quench the erotic needs of that, oh-so-isolated, hopefully non-hostile once-member of the EU.
Pingback: Solidarity Betrayed: UKIP and Pride | howupsetting